"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut

Sunday, January 18, 2009

You are a porcelain god

Once, in my handa bottle of whiskeyI told you I lovedyou. Convenience,because you had a bottleof whiskey too,convenience, becausewe were warmeven though it wassnowing, becauseeverything felt likethe lovely, lovelylove.